THE keeper of the crypt, a guard of his living tomb; FROM one corner to the other, alone, in his unholy room... INSIDE a Pharohs' grave, a scaarob, the mummies sacramental bettle; TO ride upon a camels back to reach Heaven, through the Eye of the Needle... NOW to live in the Kingdom of GOD, is our lifes hope; A skeptic of religion, the scolar dancing high above on a fragile tightrope... HE gazzes upon Heaven, although his road leads straight through Hell; THE black cat crosses his path, the clock in the tower rings its thirteenth bell... ONES life it would seem, is filled with conjure, magical...